My Love, my heart aches to no ends. Life has become a prison that the only release from is death. The sorrow is eating me up inside my love and I do not know where it ends. When you found me, I thought where I was there was no way for me to find the surface, you were so kind and gentle a touch.
You were so right when you said that were soulmates at the
time the words were lost in the throngs of long drives to chemo appointments or
doctors visits followed by tears, tears, each time I looked deep into your beautiful
brown eyes and lied to you each time convincing
you that everything will be all right that we would be all right, that you were
not a can of soup and didn’t have an expiration date.
When I lost you, I lost me.
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